I’ve been a bit under the weather. The doctor prescribed me a cough medicine with codeine.
Wrapped in a warm blanket snuggle into the depths of the sofa, the darkness had settled and with it a drowsy drugged feeling. I hadn’t coughed in almost an hour.
The light from the television pushing just enough light into the room to make out the patches on Grandma’s old quilt.
Soft elevator music played in the background while a man in the lobby of a large office building buffed the floor. A comforting fog moved into my mind.
What was the name of this movie? My mind drifted like a cloud.
A deafening crash echoed through the room as a body slams on top of a truck on the screen in front of me.
My chest was heaving my body tense, I was hardly able to process what just happened. I looked around at the people watching TV with me. They were staring at me with open mouthed amazement.
“Did I scream out loud?”
“Yeah,” my roomie replied.
I screamed like I have never screamed before. Hollywood pays people for this kind of high pitched, gut wrenching scream of terror. I tell you this so that you may learn a lesson from it. If you are taking cough medicine with codeine, do not watch a movie called Devil. I had to pray myself to sleep last night.
